Soft embrace

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The hands of death pushed against the skin of life
Soft warm embrace turned cold
Reality falls away slowly
The eyes trace the sky as to memorize the sunset once more
Death is a peaceful and freighting thing
It sits by the dying and reassures them
Leading them through good times and bad
While the warmth leaves
And the last breath is gone
And death takes it's victim for the day

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